Paroles:
The Bled His First Crush

You've turned my heart jet black. Reopen the wounds and let them drain. Swing the sledge to the mainframe. To the one that stopped my heart. I must return the crush

them drain. Swing the sledge to the mainframe. And to the one that stopped my heart. I must return the crush. Pull up the floorboards and expose the ghost of my first

Spike the I.V. with kerosene as insects halo an open wound. They flutter death threats in morse code and old habits are exposed. Secret handshake decapitation

Someone go for help, she's not getting up. The cardboard spine has buckled under the extension of her wings. It took my breath away. She fell for years

a half a mil if I could get his wife killed. The feds on him, jake to pull seven on patrol. Cops shot on the stroll by his man thats on parole. Now he

day I'll be present with Jesus who died and bled from you Colossians 1:15 that's the God that I trust in The Father crushed Him In doing so he has crushed

: She had fled the fields of green Where life was pure in a rustic dream Where her first love carved her name in the bark And gave to her his soul and

: She had fled the fields of green Where life was pure in a rustic dream Where her first love carved her name in the bark And gave to her his soul and